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	And in the last days there would be

		Famine Pestilence and Death

	Our hearts hunger for a time when

		we can be heard above the storm

		when we can be rescued from this

		living hell that entraps us		

	And the disease that eats away our

		being is one that calls itself time

		the past never being still always awake

		and the uncertain future

	Death, hold tight the reigns to your

		pale horse, letting him trample not those

		that cling desperately to life, to the 	faint

		glimmer of hope, to salvation... a chance to be...

	Heard



		Aaron



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